The Baller's Element
Christina Baller, the 156 cm tall Libero of the Green Archers, walked to the bench, head bowed. Coach Ramil rubbed his temple, looked down and shook his head as she walked past him. Christie looked at the scoreboard. Her heart pounded. The game got stretched to the deciding fifth set. If they lose this, she would retire without any medal to her name. As she watched from the bench, Adalina, the redhead Volleyball Grand Prix's best attacker, leaped high and fast from the back of the court like a cobra springing to its target. She slapped the ball; creating an explosive sound like a whip hitting a wooden wall. It reverberated across the huge, well-lighted, audience-filled stadium. The ball flew downwards banging on the wooden floor before bouncing off. Two of Christie's teammates fell flat on the floor parallel to each other, arms extended with their faces looking like it was ravaged by constipation. That look was not uncommon to Christie this season; however, seei